Have you ever find yourself staring at the person you like?
Wishing that “she’ll notice my gaze and look back at me”
But it will never happen
Yes, it’s kind of sad
But the sadness will turn into pain when you see her with somebody else
Yes, I can say this because I’ve experience it myself
I am scream inside my head “notice me ““I like you ““I care for you “
But nothing will come out of my mouth
You can call me a coward
But still I won’t confess my feeling
Afraid of rejection
Afraid of the pain
But little did I know, I’ve just prolong my agony
Prolong my suffering
And instead of picking freedom
I choose to be a prisoner
Prisoner waiting for the day he’ll be executed
I know that we won’t be together
I know that she likes somebody else
And I know that no matter what happened she wont look back at me
In a typical thriller movie
The side characters are striving to survive
Hiding and running with injuries at hand
They didn’t know that in the end of the movie they’ll still die
That is basically me
Unlike the protagonist who’ll fight the monster
Injuring himself to injure the monster
Eventually kill it and survive
I know it myself that being a coward is not a good thing
I know that it is painful to prolong the wait
I am not an insane person
Nor a masochistic one, who likes pain
But I just can’t make a move
I am born a coward, and live like one
I won’t tell her my feelings
Stay hidden ‘til the end
And accept the pain
when execution came
